"Please," Puck muttered, helping Lin to her feet. A ripple went through the air. Suddenly, all of the book in the room flapped their covers, rose off the floor and shelves, and began dive-bombing Ethan like a flock of enraged seagulls.
The fake Ethan hissed and snarled, swatting at the books as they buzzed around him until one hit him smack in the face and tumbled him off the mattress. Spitting in fury, he darted under the bed. Claws could be heard scrabbling against the wood as his feet vanished into the crawl space. Curses and growls drifted out from the darkness.
Robin shook his head. "Amateurs." He sighed as the books swooping around the room froze midflight and rained to the floor with echoing thuds. "Let's go, princess."

Holding her now sore stomach, she follows him.

"Doorways to the Nevernever tend to appear in places where there is a lot of belief, creativity, or imagination. Often you can find one in a child's bedroom closet, or under his bed." Puck went over to the closet door and as it swung open, a tall emaciated figure with a narrow face and sunken eyes stared at her. A black suit clung to its rail-thin body, and a bowler hat perched atop its pointed head. It blinked wide, staring at her, and bloodless lips pulled back in a grimace, revealing thin, pointed teeth. "My closet!" hissed the figure. A spiderlike hand darted out and grabbed the doorknob. "My closet! Mine!" And it slammed the door with a bang.
Puck gave an exasperated sigh. "Bogeys," he muttered, shaking his head. He strode to the door, tapped on it three times and flung it open. This time, the space stood empty except for hanging shirts, stacked boxes, and normal closet things.
Robin shoved aside the clothes, maneuvered around the boxes and put a hand to the back wall, tracing his fingers along the wood. "Where are you?" he muttered, feeling along the wall. "I know you're here. Where is...Aha." Crouching down, he took a breath and blew against the wall. Instantly a cloud of dust arose, billowing around him and sparkling like orange glitter.
When he straightened, there was a gold handle on the back wall, and the faint outline of a door, pale light shining through the bottom gap. "Come on, princess." Robin turned and beckoned Linna forward. His eyes glowed green in the darkness. "This is our ride. Your one-way ticket to the Nevernever."

(Alright, we are now entering the Nevernever or the Faery realm.)

She follows him.

Thomas looked around



((Would they have wings

(Some fey do, others don't, so it just depends.)

Blackness surrounded the duo, and neither of them could see anything. He pushed the door back with a creak, revealing the Nevernever. Pale silver light flooded the room. The clearing beyond the door frame was surrounded by enormous trees, so thick and tangled you couldn't see the sky through the branches. A curling mist crept along the ground, and the woods were dark and still as if the forest was trapped in perpetual twilight. Here and there, brilliant splashes of color stood out among the grey. A patch of flowers, their petals a shocking electric-blue, waved gently in the mist. A creeper vine snaked around the trunk of a dying oak, red long thorns a stark contrast to the tree it was killing.

She stares at it all in amazement.

Thomas looked at his sides roman had his sword at ready longan was normal so was patton but virgil had wings and looked like a prince









he is the one with wings,patton light blue shirt,Logan is the one with the tie, and roman the white shirt




this is Virgil in his prince he is the purple one


))

A warm breeze blew into the closet the duo was in, carrying with it a shocking assortment of smells--smells that should not be together in one place. Crushed leaves and cinnamon, smoke and apples, fresh earth, lavender, and the faint, cloying scent of rot and decay. Clouds of insects swarmed overhead, and it was like they were singing. The forest was still at first, but then there was movement deep in the shadows and leaves rustle all around them. Invisible eyes seemed to watch them from every angle. Puck, his hair a bright flame atop his head(Not literally), stepped through the doorway, gazed around and laughed. "Home." He sighed, flinging his arms wide as if to embrace it all. "I'm finally home." He spun in place and, with another laugh, fell backward into the mist like he was making a snow angel and vanished.

She stares around in confusion.